>>8001702You wake slowly, not recognizing where you are. You struggle to glance around, groggy. How long have you been here? What time is it? Your eyes slowly begin to focus. You feel weird, were you drugged? You feel so spacy. You’re in a room. Rows of tile are set neatly into the floor. A bathroom? Through the fog of your mind you make out a toilet in front of you. Sure enough. Your head lolls to the side. Someone has knocked out a bathtub to make room for the wooden chair you’re sitting in, a well-worn sledge leaning against the wall amongst debris. Why are you sitting in a bathroom?
You try to stand up, but can’t. You’re bound, somehow. “What the fuck,” you grumble. Your fingers feel something slim and tight at your wrists, bound behind the chair. Someone has zip-tied your wrists together. By the feel of it, your ankles have been tied to the chair’s legs. You’re completely immobile, but your mind is starting to come around slowly. You think you recognize this place, though it doesn’t make any sense. You sit there in that chair for what feels like forever. You call out again and again, but no one answers. It’s just you, your chair, a toilet, and a vanity with a dripping faucet. You hear a muffled voice, a woman’s voice, coming from the other side of the wall. Something about needing to use the bathroom, a cascade of charming giggles. You would recognize that voice anywhere.
The door opens. Kana walks in, shutting the door behind her. She eyes you, cheerfully. Her tail swishes behind her. “Wake up, sleepyhead,” she says, as if nothing is wrong. You start to say something but she rushes to you, putting a finger to your lips. “I’m streaming,” she warns. “Shh..” You stay silent, watching her. She smiles at you, her large golden eyes locked onto yours. Tiny fingers slip cute black panties from beneath her long sweater, pale slender legs stepping out of them. She promptly stuffs them into your mouth. She pulls up the hem of her sweater and sits on the toilet, pissing right in front of you. She watches you the whole time, a lovely smile on her face, as if to say “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” You struggle, but she pays your futile efforts no mind. Finishing, she wipes herself, flushes, and washes her hands. With a final glance at you she leaves, shutting the door behind her. She’s gone for what feels like hours, but you can hear her laughing, bantering, and doing Kana things in the next room. After what feels like an eternity, you can no longer hear her.
Finally, she returns. She steps into the bathroom, again shutting the door behind herself. She approaches you, that same strange, almost crazed smile on her face. She places something on the vanity, before moving in close to you, your cheeks in her palms. “I love you,” she says. She pulls her panties out of your mouth, soaked and ruined by your saliva. She begins to blush hard. She tastes them, running her small tongue into them, exploring them, staring deeply into your eyes, finally tossing them aside. “I love you SO much,” she continues, the tone of her voice scary in its iciness. “You keep watching other girls,” she complains, her tail bottlebrushing behind her, twitching. Her ears lay back, but she maintains that sweet smile, a sensual, almost predatory look on her face. “But I love you, I love you, I love you,” she moans your name, straddling you. She sits in your lap and puts her arms around your neck, hugging you and pushing her cheek against yours.
“Kana, let me go,” you say quietly, struggling. The zip ties only get tighter, binding you firmly. She laughs, long and loud, that giggling, melodic, lovely, scary laugh. She leans back, arms still around your neck. She kisses you aggressively, forcing her tongue into your mouth, long and deep, moaning heavy breaths through her nose. She begins to withdraw, biting your lip, pulling, a thick string of saliva connecting you, separating. “No. You’ll leave,” she says, sadly, her little caterpillars coming together in frustration. She again caresses your cheek, that dangerous look flashes across her face. It softens, and you see intense love in her eyes. She looks almost melancholic. “You’ll leave,” she repeats. She kisses you so gently, so sweetly, your heart aches. “I don’t want you to,” she whispers. “You’re mine now,” she leans even closer, your noses touching. Her pupils have contracted until they’re slits in a sea of gold. You can feel her hot breath on you, tickling you. “You can’t leave now, you’re mine. Mine,” she smiles creepily.
